Fixable

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As we got off the limo (extra much Dr. Phil, damn) I felt out of place. This wasn't for me. This isn't what I wanted. This is what my mom wanted. Attention and sympathy for my behavior. "Out of control", she told Dr. Phil. Ain't like she ever gave a damn! She was too busy lying around, feeling sorry for herself. But these days everyone try to blame they kids when they the real problem.

"You know I ain't going to no bullshit camp or wherever the hell they gon try to send me to, right?", I told my mom.
"You know you don't got a choice, right?", she smiled sarcastically at me. Fucking bitch. I flipped her off.

As we entered the building, we were immediately swarmed with backstage people. People getting all up in my bubble and shit.
"Want me to help you get ready?"
"Want me to do your makeup"
"Need a drink of water?"
"Bro, y'all need to back the fuck up before I start throwing some hands! Shit!"
They backed away from me. Thank God for them cuz I'm sure they know I ain't taking no shit.

I felt my mom pinch my hand. I yanked my hand away from her and punched her in the shoulder.

Dr. Phil came up to us to talk to us privately first. We got asked a bunch of boring legal questions and filled out some boring paperwork which took like an hour, until we finally were ready to go onstage. I ended up letting the people do my hair and makeup before I went onstage. Obviously Dr. Phil had to go up first and do his shit talking.

"In 5..4..3..2 and 1. We're rolling". All of a sudden I saw his tapes his crew made of us. Me stealing the crew members car, me spitting on my mom, my mom threatening me,  the stripper pole I bought with my mom's credit card (classic), and all the other crazy shit that I do. But what I couldn't help but notice is how shitty of a person they made me look like. I was fucking pissed by the time I got onstage.

At the middle, Dr. Phil asked me something that was kind of a stupid question.
"So what do you say to yourself that makes it okay for you to take someone's car?"
"I say okay, there the car, I know where the keys are, let's go"
"So what're you going to do if someone decides to prosecute you?"
"Then I'll do my time in jail. Jail ain't nothing. That's what I always do and they never catch me. Ain't nobody gon catch me!"
The audience was laughing which honestly pissed me the hell off.

"And all these hoes laughing like it's so funny", I said. Then Dr. Phil had the audacity to ask me what I was talking about.
"What I just said", I replied. My mom explained myself to him since he wants to be a dumbass about it.
"Catch me outside, how about that?" Shit. Wanna play stupid I'll show you stupid. And obviously his dumbass didn't know what that meant either.

Then my mom over here talking about "this is all mouth", bitch we can take this outside. They can't bring cameras outside, lets fucking go, bitch.

This went on for at least 3 hours, commercial break after dumb question until they finally told me I was going to a ranch backstage.

I was pissed off. I was going to blow up.
"Why don't you want to go to the ranch?", they asked.
"I'd rather just do what I gotta do. Go to school..bro, if y'all don't get those damn cameras out my face. I fucking swear on my mama, I ain't playing with none of y'all. I'm finna start throwing some hands if y'all don't get your fucking cameras out my fucking face. Bro, I fucking swear I will pour this damn water on your fucking camera if you don't fucking move! ", I was pissed. But just to make them leave me alone, I finally gave in. My mom was finna pay when I got home. Bitch just wanna get rid of me. But I was going and that was final. But I was still fucking pissed.